It was somethere in Lisbon's Alfama district. We'd been wondering a while prior, you know, doing the tourist thing. At some point we came across this band of street performers. Each with his own instrment, but in perfect harmoney with his three bandmates.
The song was familiar, No not the song, the rhythm behind it. It was impossible to miss, we'd been dancing to it for three years by that point. And so we danced in the street. Still holding on to her handbag, and my messenger bag.
We dance with love for this rhythm, the ease of long practice, some mild discomfort, and perhaps feeling a little self-conscious. It was a wonderful experience, that first trip to Lisbon. And it always reminds me that luxury is essentially and entirely of the mind.
S.F.
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